When You Are Old
When you are old and your bones are cold
as you sit beside the fire.
While your eyes blink or sleepily wink
in the early evening hour.
So, near to dreams that vision streams
and your past comes flooding back
To when we were young and full of fun
With the love, we never lack.
Through fires haze, peer at the blaze
try your best to see my face.
If it you cannot see, then think back to me
and gaze far out in space
With a tear in your eye, in the evening sky
in the stars, you will find my embrace.
This shall be your tie to me for entreaty;
Forever together and forever always.
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